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"Can you play?" Lin Caiwei asked, watching him adjust the tension of the bow.

"Yes." Chen Hao's answer was simple. He tested the open string and slightly twisted the tuning pegs.

"But it's definitely not comparable to those masters; it's like comparing heaven and earth."

"Then this one," Lin Caiwei said, her tone even more challenging.

Sisi had already cleverly run to the sofa, climbed up on her hands and feet, sat down, and rested her chin on her hands, looking like she was ready to listen attentively.

Lin Caiwei pulled over the chair she had just used and sat down next to Sisi, her gaze calmly fixed on Chen Hao.

Chen Hao adjusted his breathing, firmly gripped the violin between his neck and left shoulder, raised the bow with his right hand, and relaxed his wrist.

The bow hair slowly fell onto the thickest G string.

The first note came out.

[Ding! Playing "Zigeunerweisen" on the violin, Music Skill Experience +350]

It was a very low and slow note, unlike the powerful opening of the pipa. It seemed to come slowly from a faraway place, carrying weariness and dust.

Like a sigh that has been suppressed for too long, or a sob that can't be contained and overflows from the throat.

Chen Hao's bowing was very steady, with even pressure, making the sound full, long, and with a natural vibration.

That single sound seemed to imbue the air in the room with a hazy, melancholic tone.

Lin Caiwei's heart trembled slightly again.

She knew this piece of music very well; she had heard many versions of it.

Mutrad is like a finely crafted piece of porcelain, perfect in every detail, with just the right amount of emotional control;

Heifetz, on the other hand, represents the pinnacle of virtuosity. His fingers move with lightning speed, and his pitch is impeccable. It's amazing to listen to, but it always feels a bit cold. It's divine skill, but it lacks a human touch.

Friedman's version is the most emotionally expressive, with pathos and passion laid bare, making it very enjoyable to listen to, though sometimes it feels a bit overacted.

But Chen Hao's beginning... is different.

In the opening slow section, he played with extreme restraint, even somewhat "holding back".

He played each long note with full force, using every inch of the bow. The sound was heavy, as if he had used all his strength to squeeze out the sorrow that had been accumulating for too long from the violin.

The loneliness in that music wasn't the forced melancholy of a young person, but the loneliness of someone who had truly walked a very, very long road.

Having witnessed countless partings and experienced countless joys and sorrows, the loneliness that seeps into my bones is silent and heavy.

[Ding! Music skill experience points +480]

Sisi doesn't understand Gypsy, she doesn't understand wandering.

But children are the most sensitive to emotions.

As she listened to the plaintive melody, her little face involuntarily scrunched up, not in a way that suggested she was about to cry, but rather as if something was blocking her heart, making her feel a little stuffy and a little sore.

A thin layer of water slowly welled up in her eyes, sparkling and reflecting the light from the overhead lamp.

Chen Hao himself was already completely inside.

His eyes were closed, and his body swayed very slightly with the melody. It wasn't intentional; it was a natural movement as he was completely immersed in the music.

The four fingers of the left hand moved quickly and precisely on the shiny fingerboard, with subtle changes in the amplitude and speed of the vibrato, making each long note full of vivid vibration.

The bowing technique of the right hand is even more varied, sometimes using a very slow speed and applying steady pressure to draw out those continuous, mournful and profound lines.

At times, he would suddenly increase the speed of his bowing, making the sound rapid and uneasy.

The music then transitioned into an allegro section.

This place is practically a "showcase" for violin technique.

A dazzling series of rapid arpeggios, like a gale sweeping across a wasteland; complex double notes, two melodic lines intertwined;

And that nimble sautillé bow, the notes seem to jump out like pearls;

Even more challenging is the staccato bowing, which requires both breaks in the sound and a continuous flow... significantly increasing the difficulty.

Chen Hao's fingers danced across the strings, so fast that it was almost impossible to see where they landed.

But his playing was extremely clear. Every note, even the passing notes that flew by quickly, was clearly explained without any ambiguity or hesitation.

What amazed Lin Caiwei even more was that even in such a fast-paced and complex display of skills, his music did not turn into a cold display of technique.

You can hear the surging emotions beneath that technique—

That wasn't the homeless man playing the victim; rather, he was telling the story of the last remaining, burning vitality in his life, a spark of unyielding resilience bursting forth from his suffering.

[Ding! Music skill experience points +500]

Lin Caiwei unconsciously held her breath.

She looked at Chen Hao.

Look at his slightly furrowed brows, his profile that looks a little serious because of his immersion in the music, and how he is completely open and unreserved with the music.

The indescribable shock in my heart grew stronger and stronger.

She had heard Mutter's exquisiteness, Heifetz's perfection, and Friedman's intensity.

But Chen Hao is different from everyone else.

His playing has the same attention to detail in tone as Mutter, but it is more natural and spontaneous, with less of the artificiality of deliberate polishing.

It has the effortless technical control of Heifetz, but it also has a human touch; you can feel that it is a human playing the violin, not a machine.

It has the same rich emotions as Friedman, but it is expressed in a more restrained and profound way; it is not poured out, but rather slowly seeps out.

The most crucial thing is that there's something unique about his music.

Lin Caiwei pondered for a long time and felt that it might be what is often referred to as "artistic conception".

That cannot be summed up by a single emotion of sadness or passion.

There are so many layers to it:

There was the weariness of a long journey, the melancholy of looking back at one's hometown only to find oneself homeless, and the longing for vast open spaces and unrestrained freedom.

They possess an innate resilience, a spirit that, even in the face of such fate, will hold their heads high and sing their tragic songs with resounding voices.

He wove all these complex, even contradictory, emotions layer by layer, slowly and deliberately, with his bow and strings.

It doesn't try to evoke your emotions, but the voice can still penetrate the softest part of your heart, gently yet firmly striking you.

For the last note, Chen Hao used a very, very weak overtone.

The bow tip touched the string with utmost gentleness, and a clear, high-pitched note, as if from the heavens, floated out, then slowly, slowly faded away and dissipated into the air.

It was just like that lonely wanderer, who finally walked away, his figure getting smaller and smaller, until he disappeared on the horizon, leaving only an empty space.